Ever play that game?
Would you rather date Brad Pitt or George Clooney? (George!)
Would you rather be stuck in traffic for six hours with air conditioning or walk one half mile in scorching heat to get to your destination? (Walk it, baby. Burn calories, burn.)
Would you rather a pet spider or pet snake?
(I am terrified of spiders.)
Would you rather chicken pox or a broken pinky toe? (Broken toe. Wait. Hmmm. Chicken pox. Hmmm. Shoot. The toe.)
Would you rather be asked, “Why don’t you have kids?” from one stranger, once a week? Or would you rather your loved ones say nothing forever about your not having children as yet?
I don’t know which one is worse. Both suck. One is pure classless nosiness. The other is pity. I suppose? Perhaps one is pure helpfulness (maybe the person asking is a great R.E.) and the other, patience and respect from your loved one.
What would you rather and why?


